Neither He comes From the depths of the sky Flowing like a river Nor He originates in minds Neither He is camouflaged by the Creation Nor He confines Himself In the four corners of a temple or a church He comes from the depths of your heart Removing curtain of your mind
Oftentimes, you realize, that the shaking of an intangible void, desperate, clinging before it too is lost on an otherworldly transform of otherwise incomprehensible, nightmarish, or null thoughts, buried between the conceptions of self-deliverance and a bone-knuckled release into an endlessly exploding oblivion, or the intangible touch of a thousand tiger's treasuries.
You were that person In my story That everyone else Saw as the villain The **** in the garden Full of roses But I saw you as a hero Because what nobody else realized Was that the weeds You had planted Were just your Broken attempts Of making something Bloom
Slip sliping away Hide away My pain At the back of My closet Dwelling in my pain All the hurt and wrong Done on to me Screeming for them to leave me be To let me be me still thankful of those who foiled my plan And boy was it grand Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013, Vancouver BC Combating a invisible disease To where everyday It’s hard to breath Still I stand tall With the ball in my court Not going to port To where attempt number 3 Takes place Instead a Near death experience at sea Thanks carnival 50 bands Taken away from me All in order to save me From myself.
Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times. Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it. Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so. Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day. I love you bro, Always
I got my issues to combat Family that’s now astranged Disowned for not being a hard enough worker in my parents eyes Though having a invisible disease made it difficult to keep active Chronic fatigue from chronic pain Made working I don’t even know how many times harder.
He ****** me off I hated him to my core I wanted to **** him and leave behind so much gore His head for my mantle His heart for my stew His soul for my brew. But I could not I've fought He was stronger My will to live I had no longer Many attempts And damage hidden No I'm not kiddin' I tried to **** myself No one noticed How could they For them I was just prey As unnoticeable as grey But soon I saw What I had ceased to notice People cared To hang out with me people did dare I had friends Who didn't want my life to end. I stopped cutting And started to smile I swallowed my bitter bile My sadness left Happiness came back But soon came the counter-attack Junior High was a ***** Although I never had to get a stitch Pain and Injury came abound And my friends left me all around I wasn't cool I was a tool My happiness left Sadness returned tenfold Someone came and made my life well... A LIVING HELL Back came the failed attempts. Poisoning, Strangulation, drowning, asphyxiation And it all swept across my small nation I never did have a vacation From my close friends suicidal and Madness Least of all sadness But came high school New friends An old end A new beginning It got better I never would have thought That after I stopped and fought my feelings That people would come back Friends who shared my interests Pessimistic Yeah I still am But I no longer wanted to be run over by a tram People cared That's all that it took As if it all were from a storybook
This was good. I really wanted to talk about this with someone for once
I wrote a poem about you , at 8am . About friendship and how we could last till at least 10am . But by the time 4:45pm rolls around , You’ll be beyond reach . Something I never thought possible for us .
At 8am , I vowed that I loved you . At midnight I still will , And at 3am when the pain comes and I fear my past mistakes , You’ll be writing poetry about her , to be read when she wakes up at 7am .
I’ll always love you ( I think ) but the pain comes from the sad remnants of our friendship .
Tell me, How many sips does it take, How many puffs does it take, How many pills does it take, How many cuts does it take, How many attempts does it take, To feel the way I do? To hurt the way i do? To be the way i am?